I put my garbage out tonight for pick up tomorrow morning. I still get the same twinge that I got when I was a teenager in SC… that wild dogs are going to come over and rip apart my garbage. Throw it all over the yard/street. Not so much “wild dogs”, but local dogs roaming around at night looking for a snack - and, I’ll have a grand mess to clean up. But, we’ve never had that problem here in TN. Why can’t I shake that feeling?
Anyway… unrelated… my brother wrote a cool tune while we lived in LA called “Wild Dogs.” We’ll probably re-record it soon. Part of the lyrics went: “Wild dog - on the road - gets hit by a car ’cause he don’t know. He’s living to fast for his soul. His life flickers out on a bitter note…”
Can’t wait to fix that old song up!
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